by Terra Dragon » Wed Mar 10, 2010 12:59 pm
Starpelt sat down near the big pine tree. "Snowpelt and I where the ones to find it." She siad, sounding like she was in a bad mood. Snowpelt frowned at her and then sniffed around the perimiters of the camp to make sure there was no dangers.
((Heeh. I can just jump right back in. That's good.))
((And the camp looks much different. I'll be back with it from Paint. I HATE PAINT.))
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune, without the words,
And never stops at all."Imperfection is Beauty, Madness is Genius, and it's Better to be Absolutely Ridiculous than Absolutely Boring." -Marilyn Monroe
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